Rodan
“What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood’s a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It’s not for fighting.”
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PC: Rodan
Rodan is a Leonin Monk. He has a long and storied background – much of which has faded from his own memory. He is Spellscarred and practices The Way of Blue Iron
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Description:
Rodan is a striking figure. Nearly 7 and a half feet with a full mane of blazing-blue hair. His body fur is a pallate of exotic swirls of blue and gold. He wears a just enough of a loincloth to fain modesty when among civilised folk. He carries a flail made of cold iron with three large swinging mauls fashioned to look like baby orc heads. The handle of the fail is fashioned as a large orc leg bone.
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Combat Tactics:
Rodan can certainly afford to provide damage control, and loves to take on multiple opponents. He intimidates the weaker and breaks the stronger. Bloodlust can make him reckless but his enemies are usually dead before they can take advantage of the fact.
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Roleplaying:
Rodan is not likely to win any congeniality awards… He is brusk and brash, speaking only when he has something to say. He is also extremely loyal to any who would walk alongside him – and any slight against his pack is slight against him.
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Objective(s):
Rodan used to want to return home to his pride in Tethmos. He replaced that objective when it became hopeless with an obsessive and unrelenting need to kill orcs. Both goals have faded into his complicated past and today he merely wants to dedicate himself to protecting his new pride – even if they are not of his kind (because he realizes that the spellscar he bears means no one is of his kind any longer).
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Motivations and Temptations:
Rodan is motivated by loyalty and relationship. He has held great fame and glory and wealth – but today he would trade them all for a close friend. A female Leonin or Tabaxi could easily tempt and manipulate him into compromise with single sexy sway of the tail. He may also be tempted by his hatred to destroy an Orc even when doing so is in no ones best interest.
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Relationships:
Rodan feels especially bound to Brava. Whether it is a romantic bounding or not remains to be seen.
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Characteristics:
Traits: Brusk, Brash, but of few words
Ideals: Sometimes you can only fix things by breaking them further
Bonds: His Pride – his group over which he is ultra-protective
Flaws: Deep-seated hatred of Orcs and the Orcish
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Background:
Rodan lived his early life in a land no one has ever heard of – Oreskos. He was a famous champion of The Savage Throne – a grand battle arena in Tethmos. It was during one such event that his life changed forever. The crowds of catpeople were going wild as he demolished the last of three opponents, a vortex crackling of blue bolts of lightining opened above the entire arena. Thousands of Leonin were swept up into the magical storm, including Rodan. He awoke alone, surprised to be alive, if only barely. Days and days crawled by as he wandered in the Tortured Lands trying to understand what happened and where he now was. His once mighty gold mane and fur forever changed to a dizzying color of blue flame and the fur on his body appears to have been colored and swirled by the vortex which carried him away from Oreskos. He has not aged since that day, nor has he experienced any sickness. He wonders if he will ever die, and somedays he wished he would.
His spellscar also gave him innate shifting ability, similar to the Misty Step spell or a blink dogs teleport ability, he can teleport to a nearby space by simply willing it. His skin became hardened as well, allowing him to take far more damage than ever before.
He somehow got caught up in the struggle against the orcs of Thar and fought battle after battle against the Orc tribes. Ever since has a seething hatred for orcs (and often half-orcs) as if he blamed them for stealing him away from his home. His weapon is a flail made of cold iron with three large swinging mauls fashioned to look like baby orc heads. The handle of the fail is fashioned as a large orc leg bone. He also wears a ring that allows his to charge Cold Iron with Radiant energy for a strike. He treasures the items but claims to have forgotten how he got them.
The years of fighting and killing orcs eventually left him in a state of depression and he began drinking his unending time away. He drank away his martial skills and physical prowess and along with them, any hope for hope. That was when Li Pah found him passed out from extreme intoxication in a small row boat that floated ashore along the Moonsea. In the boat with him was Brava Toxori, who was near death from severe injuries. Li Pah (a Bearkin monk) rescued the blue lion man and the over-sized woman and brought them both back to his monastery in the Border Forest where they spent a long time convalescing.
Today his memories of all that came before his time in Nightstar Temple (wiki) are fading fast and he considers it a blessing. After several seasons of training with the monks to control his abilities and his spellscar, he ventured back out into the world with Brava. Neither remember what happened that day, nor do they even remember each other from before that day. Brava was gravely injured and near death, Rodan was unharmed except for the high level of intoxication… The assumption is that Rodan fished Brava from the Moonsea that day, saving her life – and maybe his own.
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References:
Links out to sources about character class, race, etc.
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